But this is why I write this blog, and talk in closed groups, and try and help others.  I do I because I see you crouched down against the wall with your knees to your chest and your eyes red and swollen. I hear you. I hear your cries of frustration, your filtered screams for help through your gritted teeth.

I know how it feels. I promise I do. I know how right now you want to give up. You don’t think you can go one more night with things being thrown at you. You don’t think you can bear one more day of stares when your child has yet another meltdown in the underwear aisle at Target. You don’t think you can have one more fight with your partner, one more judgement from your parents, or one more missed playdate.

I know how warm your cheeks are right now. I know how fast your heart is beating and how the pain in your chest is literally too much to carry another day. I know.

I know that right now it never feels like it will get better. I know that makes you feel guilty, right? I mean, so many other parents deal with so much more. I know you are so tired of feeling like you should be stronger.

I know you don’t think you are doing enough for your child and yet you are sick and tired of the therapy sessions and the doctors appointments. I know right now you want to give it all up. You want your kid to be “normal.” You want a redo. Your brain hurts just thinking about all the places you have to be tomorrow, you just want to give up.

Mama, I know you hurt. I know how alone and tired you feel. I know, because I’ve been there. In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get out of “there”. I have uttered the words “it’s not fair” more times than I can count and honestly, more times than I want to admit. I have screamed at the top of the lungs sounds that would make a lion scared in hopes that somewhere, someone would save me.

I’ve sat outside my child’s door and cried enough tears to fill a lake. I’ve hit my head against his door as he hits the other side more times than any parent should ever have to do.

I’ve been at the edge. The edge of losing my children.  The edge of losing my marriage, my sanity… my “self”.

I’ve been there. More times than I really want to admit.

Here’s the thing, though. You can’t quit. You can’t give up. You aren’t allowed to.

Yeah, you read that right. You aren’t allowed to quit. You see if you give up, you know deep down no one else will advocate for your child the way you do. You know no one will love your child the way you do. You know no one will pick you back up like you do.

You are stronger than you realize you are. You are already doing it. You are taking time for yourself, even if its just a short breather to turn off your mind and read something familiar. You are doing it. You are one strong mama taking it day by day.

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